Talk about your day thread

[Ello Sailor]

I can't believe none of you cunts care about my knee.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Sorry about your knee, slugger.

[dad]

yeah, sorry about your knee, Higgs.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Right or left knee?

[doug rr]

i'm not sure right and left are the same in the southern hemisphere...

[Self]

I can't believe B deleted GD.

[Self]

Wait, I can totally believe that.

[Self]

I can't believe that the admins gave B the ability to delete GD.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Damnit, I was waiting for the joke setup. I was hoping for the right so I could say “even when it’s right it’s wrong”.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I can't believe that the admins gave B the ability to delete GD.

Hi there stranger

[Whitey McTeeth]

Or if it was the left I would of said “at least it’s not right”.

[Self]

I can't believe that the admins gave B the ability to delete GD.

Hi there stranger

Ruddo

[dad]

took my dog to get spayed today. she's lethargic and draped all over my wife on the couch right now.

[Mickey]

Your wife is pregnant.

[dad]

why god why

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Mickey]

No but I googled this the other day, dogs get weird with pregnant ladies. Take a test.

[dad]

why god why

isn't it obvious?

Spoiler: show

oh, we definitely practiced making babies the night that pic was taken.

i've been snipped for eleven years now, so if one does get past the goalie, some explaining will be needed.

[Mickey]

why god why

isn't it obvious?

Spoiler: show

oh, we definitely practiced making babies the night that pic was taken.

i've been snipped for eleven years now, so if one does get past the goalie, some explaining will be needed.

Happens all the time tho

[dad]

why god why

isn't it obvious?

Spoiler: show

oh, we definitely practiced making babies the night that pic was taken.

i've been snipped for eleven years now, so if one does get past the goalie, some explaining will be needed.

Happens all the time tho

if you say so.